17 April 2012

The Spring Chicken

Have you ever wondered where a big bunny that calls himself Easter gets all those chicken eggs?  He gets them from the Spring Chicken. 

What we did this Easter.

We colored pictures Grandma sent and then sent them back to her.  Grandmas and Grandpas like that sort of thing.

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We attended our ward’s annual pancake breakfast and Easter egg hunt.  Roz is eating a pancake here, as is everyone else.  She was eating everyone else’s pancakes.

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60-some kids competed for 600 eggs.  I know how many there were because well, how shall I say, I was in charge of this event.

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Here are the two champs searching for egg glory.  Upon discovery of their first eggs they promptly sat down and ate the contents.  As a result, most of the eggs were snatched up, but Brookston and Everett remained positive.

Roz had some bucket difficulty.

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But enjoyed herself anyway.

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She did not find any eggs.

On Easter Sunday we attended church, celebrated the Resurrection, came home and dyed some eggs.

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There was a lot of stirring and egg cracking, but it was fun.

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I am saying something very profound about eggs here.  And believe it or not, the white skirt made it through completely unscathed.  I’m going to write a sacrament meeting talk about it sometime.

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Later that week, I think it was Tuesday, after all the sales on Easter candy, the Spring Chicken finally arrived at our house!  She left some dogs dressed up as bunnies in baskets,

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and some lollipops that were quite popular.

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Then we ventured outside to find her eggs.IMG_9878

They missed one.

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Once again, Rosalyn didn’t find any eggs. But, once again, she enjoyed herself anyway.

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So close.

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Pooling the booty.IMG_9919

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And then I ate a lot of mini Cadbury eggs.  A lot. A lot. A lot.  And I just don’t feel bad about it.

6 comments:

Metta said...

THose died eggs are gorgeous! We tried to do died eggs this year, and I actually realized for the first time how un-kiddo friendly dying eggs can be. It seemed like such a dreamy and wholesome activity, but after about ten seconds all the kids ran off to play, and there were the adults dying all of the eggs on their own. Looks like you got their attention though, so I need to hear your tricks! :-)

LinKOB said...

Awesome job Nicole, good, good post. I LOVE the pictures. Roz with her tongue out is the best : ) Love you guys. And as Metta said, t hose eggs are gorgeous! Good job - and the white skirt - very brave of you! You guys do good work with those little ones, keep it up : )

Kim Davis said...

White skirt AND you let your boys use markers. Impressed. Maybe one day I'll be brave like you.

Rebecca said...

Nicole, I love your posts - this one made me laugh out loud, esp the "so close" comment. Is Roz really walking? Boo! She's growing up without me!

Amy Rose said...

Brilliant. I got all the stuff to dye eggs, and somehow Easter came and went and it never got done. But yours really are inspiring, and maybe we'll do it anyway...

Unknown said...

I love that your white skirt survived...and that you were bold enough to even attempt it. I can't wait to hear your sacrament talk someday, though you might have to print a copy for me....